#WritcoPoemPrompt120
The wind carried words through the sky that blew thee,
Lying on a velvet swing,
Swinging under a tree,
Whilst waiting for the King,

Lying on a swing, beneath the sheltering tree,
Awaiting a presence, a soul meant for me.
Instinct whispers, a connection deep and strong,
In this perfect moment, where I truly belong.

Destiny unfolds, as time begins to slow,
No need to rush or force, just let the currents flow.
For when it's meant to be,...